sometimes your honeythoughts wake me early, lets in the sun

as i lay in bed, legs all warm, arms in sheets and thoughts moving

slowly, feeling, feeling the day today. checking in on you, thinking of you;

i taste of cinnamon and it never stings. it never stings

the things we speak of make waves in my head and i hang onto

your every word when that oldness pours out of your mouth

i swallow hard and take deep breaths and come back for more

i listen to your voice and it never stings. it never stings.

i love you more when you break my heart sometimes

i know i break yours too. and when we gather the pieces

every single day, it is with no tiredness, no pain at all,

only a desperate gathering of as much as we can, to save and hold.

i hold it in my hands and it always stings. it always stings.